This morning we decided to take a walk along the resort beach and grab some breakfast at “The Sandbar” Restaurant. It’s only been 3 years since we were last here and the changes along the beach are incredible. Fact is, the changes in all of “Los Cabos” is startling… It’s good to sit down for a great breakfast and be able to have your feet in the warm sand at the same time. We also had a chance to see “Cheno” (the best waiter anywhere along the beach in Los Cabos). We also had a treat just as we were finishing our breakfast…The whole Tolson family came in for their breakfast as well. They all were looking great, and the kids, boy have they grown. Max is now 13, Louisa is 15 and both are beautiful young adults. Juancho and Doris are both looking great. The every day stress of being in a number of very competitive businesses isn’t taking a toll on their lives. It’s been a long time since I’ve sat at a longer breakfast…it was great to see them again. For the past week or more, there has been either a strike or a shortage at the Pemex stations (gas/diesel) up and down the Baja. When they are open the lines are staggering. Finally this afternoon when I checked I found the lines to have disappeared, so after dropping Louise off at the coach, I ran up the hill to “filler up”. When the tank was full and the pump had clicked off, I found that I had a problem…I forgot to pick up my wallet when I left the motor home…DAMN !!! Now what??? This young man is very patient with me as I try to explain to him my dilemma. “What if I leave my car here with you and I walk back and get my wallet???? Is that OK???” I’m not sure even yet what he said but I was off on my walk back the 2 miles in 85 degree weather to get my wallet… On the way back I got thinking…the coach needs gas too, so that will get me a ride back…the only thing is, the coach is all set up. All 3 slides are out, the coach is up on the jacks, the canopy is out and locked, the “EasyBoy” chair is in place and the dishes and everything else isn’t packed for traveling. Hell, I need a ride and the coach needs gas sometime…”PACK IT UP”. Lou wasn’t a “Happy Camper”, but she did her best to help me out of this predicament.